empressdawn
there is charm in crossing the bridges of life
of living
or breathing in stale air that you know won't last for more than a minute
of crossing from life to death
of dying
she crosses the room with a swagger. ‘limping?’ he snidely thinks. there is a certain appeal intrinsic to her glamour but the way she walks is a definite turn off. black widows don’t make the best of mates… but then again, being a man with a penchant for spiders is weird enough.
(this is me, but logged in :P )